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“It is so common to find something you are not looking for instead of something you are looking for in this world, perhaps the best strategy is not to look for what you are looking for and thus spoil this unpleasant game that life will play on us!”

Quote by Mehmet Murat Ildan

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Mehmet Murat Ildan
Mehmet Murat Ildan

Mehmet Murat Ildan is a renowned Turkish writer born on May 16, 1965. His works span various literary forms including novels, essays, and poetry, and have gained widespread popularity among readers. more

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